A/N: I'm back! Excuse my being MIA for a couple of weeks. Apart from writing, on my spare time if I am not drawing, I am gaming on my PS4. And, given that The Last of Us Part II released, I was too engraved in the game to want to write, honestly lol and now I've been replaying it again, but this time I bring you a well waited for update. As well as a new fic based on the video game itself. For all my readers who are gamers and fans of Parts 1 and 2 of the game, I will be uploading the first chapter on here and on Ao3 for your reading pleasure. To whoever does read it, I only ask that if you've played part 2 and are done. NO SPOILERS! Respect those who haven't yet played the games. Happy reading! :)
Chapter 5: Kiss and Make Up
Zelena made her way out of a cab that stopped just across the street from a small Japanese food booth. Her umbrella opened up before she stepped out of the cab, walking her way across the food booth as Mulan, a well known Kung Fu assassin greeted her with a few of her students. Smiles and all.
Mulan cut up a slice of salmon, feeding it to her cat who rested on the side of the counter top. She placed a rectangular shaped plate in front of the red head, who watched her in calm silence.
"How may I help you?" She asked Zelena, her accent thick for appearances.
Zelena laid down the same black coin as before in front of Mulan, sliding it across the counter for a much closer view.
Mulan's eyes glanced down at the coin, her smile gone as she looked back at the woman sitting before her, "I wasn't expecting the High Table so soon." Her English in perfect pronunciation now.
Zelena's eyes remained on the girl, even as she began to cut up another type of fish right in front of her. "There is a task. It involves someone who broke the rules and stood against the Table."
Mulan tapped the edge of her knife on her cutting board, her eyes glancing up at the redhead, "Emma Swan, you mean. My students have not been idle." Her head nodded towards a few of her students sitting behind her.
"Emma Swan and all who've helped her." Zelena corrected, "You've heard the stories about her, of course. Killed scores of men this past week alone because of-"
"Her family, a car. I'm familiar." Mulan moved in front of the woman again, her hands slowly being placed on the counter top as her students stood up behind her, "And I'm interested. Very." She moved to the side again, picking up some chopsticks as she grabbed up a cut up piece of the fish she had been previously slicing up. "Blowfish. Very fatal." She placed the piece in front of the redhead, leaning against the counter a tiny bit, "No soy."
Zelena picked up the offered piece with the tips of her fingers, popping into her mouth without evading the girl's eyes for one second.
Mulan stood up straight along with her students, "I have served, I will be of service." She bowed her head along with her students out of respect. As did Zelena, before taking back her coin and leaving for the night.
Ballerina's along with male ballet dancers danced on stage that night for Cora to see. Her hand moving to the rhythm of the music, a tiny smirk on her lips from her pupils grand performances. Thunder and rain clapped hard around the building, which was guarded heavily by her own men. Assassin's that were soon taken out, one by one as two of Mulan's students took them out with their swords. Followed by another one, as he looked up clueless and on alert at the fallen body of the first guard.
Blood splattered from another guard's chest while he was slashed by the blades of the same swords as Mulan's students along with her had already made their way inside the theater. Another guard went down just as easy, while Mulan simply walked on by as calm as she always seemed to be.
Zelena was another, who walked calmly along the aisle of the theater, the same time Mulan and her two students appeared on stage in between the dancers. Formed in a neat line of three, with Mulan right in the middle.
Cora's tiny smile gone at the sight of them. The movement in her hand came to a stop, raising it with a single wave, "Stop!" She ordered, to which her dancers soon obeyed. "Out!" She shouted, another order they followed without question. Mulan and her students being the only ones on stage. Cora's eyes looked towards Zelena who stood before her now.
It wasn't long before the spotlight was shined down on Cora, while she sat in a chair that was placed in the middle of the stage, while Mulan and her students, plus Zelena were gathered around her.
"The High Table and the Ruska Roma have an understanding." Said Cora.
"Yes. And you helped Emma Swan." Replied Zelena, her tone calm.
"She had a ticket."
"But a ticket does not stand above The Table." Zelena corrected her, her hands resting calmly against the back of another chair, "Your penance will be paid in blood."
Cora's brow raised, unimpressed.
"Now…" Zelena walked to another part of the stage that still had her facing the older woman, "Hold out your helping hands and pledge your fealty." She ordered.
Cora brought her hands together in a loud clap, standing before Zelena now, "I have served. I will be of service."
The swish sound of Mulan's sword was the next thing that echoed throughout the empty stage, as the assassin withdrew it from within her coat, bringing it up as she pierced the blade right through both of Cora's hands. Withdrawing it back just as quickly.
Cora let out a sound that was between a gasp and a low whimper, her hands coming apart, while her eyes drank in the sight of the two stab wounds that now decorated them.
Zelena walked one step closer, her eyes glancing down at the wounds on the older woman's hands as she calmly walked away. Along with Mulan and her students as they followed.
As Regina walked out from within her bedroom, dressed up in a pair of leather black pants and a black jacket with white and golden lapels, her eyes fell on her wife. Who sat patiently on her couch, a little beat up but still fairly in great shape. Her hand caressing the fur to the dog nearest to her. Which was the one she had gifted her with on the day of her discharge from the hospital. Her mind racing with so many emotions, as well as her heart. She hoped, but honestly didn't think she would ever see her again. Much less in this state.
"You ready?" She asked the blonde.
Emma slowly stood to her feet at the sight of her wife. Her lips slightly parting, her eyes taking in the sight of her wife's beautiful figure. Even the way Regina cocked her Glock was sexy to her. Emma never imagined seeing her wife so in control of something, but for the first time in her life, she was glad she was alive to witness such change.
"Wow." The blonde mumbled.
Brown eyes glared up her way, "Don't." Regina spat, kneeling down beside one of her dogs.
"You look amazing."
The brunette glared up at her wife once again, all while remaining kneeled behind one of her dogs.
"We aren't killing anyone, Regina. It's just a conversation." Emma stated, watching her wife very observantly.
Regina chuckled, "Nothing's ever just a conversation with you, Emma." She tucked her handgun inside the built in holster of her dog's bulletproof vest, standing to her feet, "Let's go." Her head turned to face the blonde again as this time she felt Emma's grip suddenly grab onto her arm.
"Regina." Green eyes connected with brown ones, her grip not at all loosening, "For what it's worth, I'm sorry, but this is the life we both chose. Robert was right about one thing, even Killian. This life, it's all we know. It would have hunted us sooner or later. But, that never stopped us from doing what was right for our son."
The brunette locked eyes with her wife's, until she took in her bloodied state, "Wait here."
Emma's eyes followed her as she went back into her bedroom, coming out not even a minute later. Her lips parted at the sight of her red leather jacket. The same leather jacket that was gifted to her by Regina and Henry on her birthday.
"One more thing I was able to save from the fire, apart from the few pictures of Henry and us." She watched as Emma took the jacket within her grasp. Wondering what could possibly be running through her head in that very moment. Her green eyes red from unshed tears. "I had armor built into it, so unless someone shoots you in the head, you should be safe."
For the first time in what felt like years, Emma's lip curved into a tiny smile. Not a full on smile, but a smile at that. Her eyes looking back up onto her wife's as she spoke, "When has anyone ever shot me in the head?"
Regina's eyes looked over the blonde, a tiny smirk on her lips too, "From your state, I'd say you are a tad rusty."
Emma's eyes looked back down at her red leather jacket, her thumbs lightly brushing over the material in total silence.
It wasn't until Regina's hand grasped at a piece of the jacket that Emma blinked herself awake from her long lost thoughts.
"Take that off." Regina ordered her, which the blonde soon obeyed to. She moved behind her wife, noticing the red staid of blood that still decorated her shirt, from her shoulder, halfway to her back while she placed on the jacket for her in silence.
Emma's eyes met her wife's once again as the brunette assassin faced her.
"What happened to Henry wasn't your fault." Regina's voice was low, so soft that it broke Emma from her long lost thoughts, "It was an unfortunate event. But they are dead and we are very much alive, Emma." She walked a few steps towards her wife, holding onto a piece of the jacket, her eyes locking onto green ones. "Our son… is still in here." Her hand cupped the right breast pocket of the jacket.
A pale hand with bloody knuckles slowly moved up, cupping the brunette's hand within its own gentle grasp.
"And you?" Emma had to ask, her grip softly tightening around her hand, too afraid of letting her go.
"Me?" It wasn't a question, of course. Regina blinked, fighting back the tears, because she had missed her wife dearly. "I'm probably about to die for you. If that doesn't say how much I will always love you, then allowing me to kill you probably will."
The corner's to Emma's lips curved into a tiny smile. Her head slowly leaning in, reaching its stop once she felt a single finger from the brunette placed upon her lips.
"Are you sure you want to do that while we are both armed?" Regina whispered, her face only inches apart from her wife's. An irresistible smirk appearing on her lips as she felt Emma's arm snake around her lower back, pulling her towards her own body.
"If I am to die…" Emma whispered, remaining close to her wife's form. Her eyes locking on mesmerizing brown ones, "There is no better way I'd rather go, than being in your arms one last time." Her eyes looked down instinctively, feeling the cold sharp end of the brunette's knife, pressed right against her throat.
"You shouldn't push your luck, Ms. Swan." Said Regina, holding her knife right to her wife's throat. She grunted, suddenly feeling as Emma quickly grabbed a hold of her wrist, somehow twisting her arm until it was locked behind her back. She blocked the incoming elbow from the brunette, holding that arm behind her as well.
Both froze in place. Regina froze due to feeling the blade of her own knife pressed against her throat, while Emma's arm snaked from behind her. And, Emma froze due to the brunette's dogs growling at her.
It wasn't until Regina gave them the direct order of backing down that the dogs heeled.
"Fourteen million dollars on your head just isn't enough, is it?" Regina chuckled, grabbing a hold of the blonde's arm, pulling with all her might as she kneeled. Causing Emma to flip over on her back with a hard felt thud.
Emma grunted, remaining in place on the floor as she felt the blade of the knife being pressed onto her throat again, as Regina had taken it into her possession once again. But it wasn't the sight of the knife that paralyzed her much, but the feeling of her wife straddling her form, while she remained on the floor. The look Regina gave her. The slight smirk with a single raised eyebrow. That was her forfeit.
"Now, I know where that dominance side of yours comes from." Said Emma, looking up at her wife. "I have to say, I've never found you more attractive than I do right now."
Regina's head slightly looked down, feeling as her wife's hips tilted upward. She looked back at her with another raised brow, "Don't-" A grunt escaped her, feeling as Emma's hand grabbed a fistfull of her jet black jair, turning her over on the floor, right on her back.
Both canine's just watched, their heads tilting as they whimpered in question.
Even with the feel of the brunette's knife still pressed to her throat, she pinned her body down on the floor, straddling her form next. "I can do this all night, Gina." Emma smirked.
Regina's eyes focused on a small cut on the blonde's neck, made by the blade of her own knife. A smirk taking over her, "You just lost."
Emma sat up from leaning over her wife's body, her fingers brushing at the tiny cut on her neck. She stood up, holding out her hand towards Regina, who immediately took it while she stood back on her feet. Only to push her back, hard against a shelf of books as they crashed onto the floor. Green eyes growing wide and closing at the feel of her wife's familiar lips pressing hard against her own.
Their lips were quick to melt into each other's in a hard, passionate given kiss. Their arms and hands quickly exploring every inch of their bodies as they pulled each other closer to on another.
Regina's olive hands worked their way up from the blonde's waist, towards her oblique muscle, purposely pressing her thumb and nail up against her open wound.
Emma hissed with a muffled groan, her head hitting the bookshelf, while her eyes looked down at the brunette's hand. Instinctively grasping onto her wife's wrist in a hard grip.
Regina chuckled, whispering onto her lips, "Still want to be at my mercy?" She asked. She grunted as Emma turned their bodies over in one quick motion, slamming Regina's own hard against the bookshelf behind them. The brunette let out a small choking sound, feeling as her wife's forearm pressed hard against her throat. Holding her in place.
"Ugh!" Emma groaned slightly louder, feeling as the brunette pressed on her open wound more. Muffled by the brunette's hungry lips once more, she quickly found herself at her wife's mercy. Giving in to her body, while her arms pulled her closer to her own.
This time, Regina's hands ran up the blonde's sides, past the sides of her breasts, sliding off the jacket off of her body, while it pooled just behind her feet. "We'll have to make this quick." Regina spoke softly in between shared kisses.
"I can do that." Emma nodded, her eyes filled with lust as she locked them with her wife's. Her hands quickly gripped onto the brunette's butt cheeks, squeezing them hard as she lifted her up off the ground and onto her arms, all while heading into her bedroom for a much needed round.